1: listening to shitty pop music
2: objectifying men thru butt appreciation
3: not being sorry
4: posting soft things for 2 minutes then deleting them bc I decided I want to maintain this Fort Knox heart.
5: kissing someone you like(d) (or don’t)
6: dressing like a toddler
7: somehow convincing you this blog should be followed. THX for being here.
8: being vague/ not telling ppl my real name/ not sharing my art/ never missing you/ being bad at saying I love you/ drinking wine and feeling needy/ hugging my dog more than you
*on time travel bus* oh you’re going back to kill hitler? uh yeah totally, me too *pulls jacket over spice girls world tour ‘98 t shirt*
You have no fucking idea how upset I was helping my cousin get ready for that show. Her estranged parent had a guilt complex flush with cash that mine didn’t. I couldn’t go, we couldn’t afford it and why should we? What 11 year old *needs* to go to a concert? I let her wear my cute black pocketless bell bottoms so at least one of my clothing items shared the same air as the spice girls. I never got them back.
Anyway, when they toured in 2007 I went and saw them in Vegas. My 11 year old self got to say a big fuck you to everyone who said no back in ‘98.